Poppy Flowers—Death and Love
Before the war began, he planted a field of poppies for his wife and daughter. After the war, he vanished without a trace. Mother and daughter could only remember him through the poppies. One day, the daughter ran home crying: "Everyone says poppies are the flowers of death. Is Daddy dead?"She gazed at her daughter: "Poppies also represent love."
Daisies—Love Hidden in the Heart
At her sickbed, he tended to her constantly. She harbored an inexplicable affection for daisies. When he asked "Why?", she replied:If I didn't love you, we couldn't be together!" Yet he still smiled. Later, lying in bed, she clutched the bouquet of daisies: "Love hidden deep within the heart!" Having spoken the flower's language, she left him forever.
Lavender—Waiting for You to Say You Love Me
He gave her a sprig of lavender: "Wait until you say you love me!"She pouted, "You big man, making me say it first!" He laughed heartily, and she threw her arms around him, "You're so annoying!" She woke from this dream laughing, then cried for a long time in her empty room. Beside her pillow lay a withered sprig of lavender...
White Platycodon—I will love only you for a lifetime
A daughter sat on her father's lap and asked, "Daddy, did you really love only me for your whole life?" Her father gazed at his wife's portrait and replied, "Of course." When the daughter grew up, her father planted white bellflowers in the garden, tending them until his passing. Standing before the field of bellflowers, the daughter said, "Mom, Daddy lied. He truly loved only you his entire life!"
White Tulips—Pure Friendship
Beside a field of white tulips, she asked him, "Can there truly be pure friendship between a man and a woman?"He replied, "Yes." Yet decades later, at her grave, he confessed, "You once asked if pure friendship exists between men and women. I said yes, but only after you left did I realize it truly doesn't."
Baby's Breath—True Affection
Once, faced with a choice between a diamond and a stem of baby's breath, she chose the latter.From that day on, a sprig of baby's breath lay beside her pillow each morning. Decades later, he asked, "Why did you choose me?" She smiled: "Baby's breath holds what I need." He asked, "What is it?" She replied, "True heart."